The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Then... Fu Yunxi looked at her: How about this king marrying you?

There was an embarrassing silence, Hanyan stared at him dumbfounded, and said incoherently: My lord...Your lord is joking, Hanyan never thought of marrying my lord.

Don't accept side concubines, don't marry concubines, don't accept housemates, you are the only concubine in the Xuanqing palace, and this king can do what you say. His voice was cold and unwavering, but the conditions he offered Such a temptation, the Xuanqing palace is as rich as a country, not to mention the monstrous wealth, it is only Fu Yunxi, who is also the sweetheart that Dazong's daughter's family dreams of.

Seeing that Hanyan was unmoved, he said again: The servants in the mansion dare not bully you, the officials and ladies in Beijing dare not despise you, your aunt and father dare not laugh at you, you are only from the Xuanqing Palace, except My lord, you don't have to be afraid of anyone. His expression was gentle and seductive, his voice coaxed in a low voice, if someone passed by at this time, he would see a handsome young man seducing a young girl who was not yet young.

Han Yan only felt his head explode, whoever said that He Lianyu is the most monstrous in the capital, they have never seen Fu Yunxi's monstrous appearance! Facts have proved that once a man who looks ascetic and indifferent on the outside starts flirting, the temptation and coquettishness will be engraved into the bone marrow. The posture is warm and beautiful, like a fallen fairy, revealing a thrilling and moving feeling.

Han Yan made a strange mistake and almost said yes, but when he touched the Buddha statue, he came to his senses, thinking silently in his heart, There are so many ladies who want to marry the prince, why did the prince marry me.

He put away his seductive look, and said expressionlessly, Because... I want to fulfill someone's wish.

The words were vague, Han Yan asked strangely: Why do you have to me to fulfill one's wish?

The king needs a princess, and you are suitable, he said.

Being suitable is always easier than liking, but it is not easy to give birth to betrayal, liking... is something that can't be grasped in vain, maybe if you like it today, you won't like it tomorrow. But suitability is different. Suitability for a person is only recognized after comparison. In the short term, neither will become unsuitable.

Hearing this answer, for some reason, Han Yan was a little disappointed, she calmed herself down, and said, Why am I suitable?

Fu Yunxi gave a rare smile: You are selfish, bold, scheming, and cruel...

Hello. Before he finished speaking, Han Yan interrupted him: I am so scary? I am so bad, but you said that I am suitable to be your princess. Don't you mean that your princess is the most suitable for a poisonous woman? Do?

Fu Yunxi looked at her, and a smile flashed in her eyes: The most important thing is that you will not die easily.

These words sound plain, but they contain infinitely deep meaning, Han Yan stood up all of a sudden: What do you mean?

Her expression became vigilant and guarded, as if the thorns all over her body were erected. Seeing her like this, Fu Yunxi sighed in her heart.

This little girl, just like her name, is like a wild goose, she looks fluffy, cute and cute, but if someone wants to hurt her, she will ruthlessly peck the other person's eyeballs. She is a docile wild goose, but with the word han in her name, she has a chilling air, and his princess doesn't need the little flowers in the greenhouse, such a young but brave wild goose is just right.

You are strong, he said.

He didn't want to say any more, Hanyan was suspicious, but seeing that he didn't respond, and his whole person looked very gentle, so he couldn't put on a cold face anymore, so he sat down again at a distance, looked at him and said : My lord, don't you have a sweetheart?

Fu Yunxi was stunned for a moment: No.

Han Yan was a little disappointed, it seemed that he was not satisfied with his answer. Originally, such a handsome and outstanding person, who had a lot of flair in his youth and was a royal nobleman, should have had a few charming affairs. But he said no, and he didn't know if he was lying. No wonder there were rumors...

Hanyan jumped up: You probably want to marry me to stop the mouths of the world because of your broken sleeves.

Fu Yunxi was taken aback for a moment, and remained silent for a while.

I'm Duanxiu? His deep phoenix eyes narrowed, and his tone was already dangerous.

Seeing him like this, Han Yan became more and more sure that he was showing a guilty conscience, and he had a reasonable explanation for Fu Yunxi's previous words in his heart: Everyone in the world says so, it must be true, if you marry me, what kind of prostitute will you raise? Boys and men are friends with me as a cover, no wonder you reject the love of so many misses in the capital, but you choose to marry me as the princess, obviously because you see that I am weak and deceitful. The door, I have to swallow it myself. Her eyes were wide open, looking at Fu Yunxi like looking at a demon: What a deep plot!

In fact, Han Yan was too sensitive to this matter, so he spoke recklessly, without thinking much about what he said, and Fu Yunxi's face immediately turned dark after these words. He stood up slowly, looked at Han Yan and repeated: I'm Duanxiu?

Han Yan leaned against the altar, angrily: Could it be?

Fu Yunxi walked up to Han Yan, put one hand on the altar behind her, and surrounded Han Yan in front of her. Han Yan was much smaller than him, and now she could only look up angrily at her. he.

Fu Yunxi leaned over and saw Hanyan's little face flushed, she didn't know whether it was from anger or excitement, her heart moved, and she began to look at her carefully. She is too small, and her face is still a little childish, with a nose and lips, delicate and lovely. But it can't be called glamorous and unparalleled, but the finishing touch is the pair of Jianshuiqiu pupils, which are extremely clear, but also a bit deep, and they can't be seen through. In this world, there are very few people like Fu Yunxi. Zhuang Hanyan is one of those who can't see clearly.

Han Yan was pressed against the altar by him in such a posture, and she already sensed that something was wrong. She was not really a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, so she naturally understood the ambiguity of this posture. Fu Yunxi's handsome face was right above him, and his deep eyes stared at him meaningfully. Han Yan only felt that there was a layer of paint bumps on the places he stared at, and his momentum weakened a little, and his voice dropped: You... what are you doing?

Fu Yunxi looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, and said in a cold voice, I'm Duanxiu, huh?

The word um has a rising final sound, like a gorgeous palace fragrance, cool and dangerous, with imperceptible anger, coldly spreading into people's hearts.

Han Yan shuddered, and changed his words in a timely manner: You are not...not broken sleeves.

Fu Yunxi was a little funny in her heart, and thought that Hanyan would be stubborn for a while, but she changed her words quickly, she was really cunning like a loach, so treacherous, but it was not annoying.